A girl frolicking through all those flowers,
She never believed in these choices.
Just as the flowers blew in the windy breeze,
Every way she would chase.
Looking at the sunshine in the perfect meadow,
Through that dusty covered older window.
Over and over again she would run throughout,
As these flowers would sprout.
Tiny little rosebuds and sunflower seeds,
Isn’t it a lovely day? She has every needs.
Proven that the flowers were such pure beautifulness,
Frolicking throughout the flower in such good perfectness.
As the sun shined in the meadow,
She would chase her shadow.
Little as she grew to pretend this was a game,
Mind you this just wasn’t the same.
What such a sunshine in the perfect meadow,
The precious breeze blew close to her now.
Flicking rosebuds off her fingernails,
Just her running releases her inner child.
Move from one place to another,
It’s a sunshine in the perfect meadow.
Hoping that she wouldn’t leave this perfect day,
She just couldn’t leave this in any other way.
Thus this day was perfect to her so all childlike,
No flowers wouldn’t die without sunlight.
Looking at the dust covered window’s perfectness,
It didn’t lack the whatsoever beautifulness.
What loveliness the flowers had so wonderful today,
Each and every time so perfectly in a way.
Isn’t this day so lovely to her? She’s so beautiful.
May this day have no thunder making it wonderful?
As young, as she was she was so frail and small like,
Just as she wished this day was so perfect in sunlight.
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